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 Moldova and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Don Cherry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.