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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.