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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.