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 Samoa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.