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 Croatia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.