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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.