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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Moleskins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.