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 Nepal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Colin Newman to the grime 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.