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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.