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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sandy B to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
MDC,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.