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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 James White and The Blacks to the rap 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.