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 Qatar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 David Bowie to the rap 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
Technova,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.