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 Haiti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.