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 Greece and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Marc Almond to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.