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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Chris Corsano to the dance 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.