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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
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 marimba 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.