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 Indonesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harmonia to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.