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 Czech Republic and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
UT,
Wings,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
PIL,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.