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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.