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 Nepal and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terry Callier to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.