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 Singapore and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Henry Cow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
The Residents,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.