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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Pantaleimon to the jazz 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
ABC,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.