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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rod Modell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Nico,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.