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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.