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 Israel and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Selecter to the disco 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
The Victims,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.