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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.