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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bang On A Can to the punk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Gong,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.