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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bang On A Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
MDC,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.