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 Russia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.