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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.