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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia 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?
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.