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 Malta and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.