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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Sun Ra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Mars,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.