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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Lalann,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.