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 Monaco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.