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 Qatar and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Doors to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.