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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T to the rap 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Skarface,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.