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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.