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 Congo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Eric Dolphy to the grime 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.