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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Charles Mingus to the disco 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
the Germs,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.