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 Belize and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.