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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.