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 Namibia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.