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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Ituana to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.