Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.