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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.