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 Somalia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
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 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 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 Cal Tjader to the funk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.