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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Don Cherry to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
The Names,
Moebius,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.