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 Nauru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sun Ra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.