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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.