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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Joy Division to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
Organ,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.