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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
Main Source,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.