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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.