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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scan 7 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor 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 techno 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Television,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
The Move,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.