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 Turkey and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.