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 Gabon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jawbox to the electroclash 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Index,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.