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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Supertramp to the dance 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.