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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.