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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.