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 Ireland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Lou Reed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.