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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Organ,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.