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 Qatar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tim Buckley to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.