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 Honduras and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.