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 Switzerland and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.