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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultra Naté to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.