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 Georgia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Remains to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.