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 Georgia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cal Tjader to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets 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?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
UT,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.