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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide 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 Henry Cow to the disco 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.