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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the grunge 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.