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 Yemen and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.