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 Armenia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Albert Ayler to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.