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 Albania and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Janne Schatter 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.