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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Blake Baxter to the funk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.