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 Honduras and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.