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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Moleskins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.