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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Easy Going to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
Brick,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.