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 Russia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.