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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.