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 Armenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.