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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 kango's stein massive 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.