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 Germany and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Loose Ends to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
World's Most,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.