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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 FM Einheit to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.