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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantaleimon to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Franke,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.