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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delta 5 to the techno 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
AZ,
The Count Five,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.