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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the punk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.