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 Austria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Joyce Sims to the rock 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.