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 Nauru 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 June of 44 to the rap 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.