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 Mali and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Accadde A to the techno 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Oneida,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.