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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.