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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.