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 Serbia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blossom Toes to the dance 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.