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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Christie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.