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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.