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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 John Coltrane to the disco 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.