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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Newcleus to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
John Lydon,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.