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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.