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 Mexico and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jawbox to the jazz 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.