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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Index,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.