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 Albania and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.