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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.