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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.