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 Peru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.