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 Libya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Wells to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.