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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smoke 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.