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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.