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 Cameroon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 funk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
The Names,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.