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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.