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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Robert Wyatt to the dance 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.