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 Chad and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Tokyo and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Yusef Lateef to the rap 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Rakim,
Franke,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.