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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Brick to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.