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 Cyprus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.