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 Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.