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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 oboe 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 Charles Mingus to the techno 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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?
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.