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 San Marino and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Zeros to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Bluetip,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.