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 Philippines and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Don Cherry to the dance 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.