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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Supertramp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.