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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
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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.