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 Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Sarah Menescal to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.