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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.