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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.