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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.