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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang On A Can to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.