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 Syria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 AZ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.