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 Ireland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.