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 Kuwait 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Khruangbin to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.