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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.