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 Burundi and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Crime,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.