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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Second Layer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
10cc,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.