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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs 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?
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.