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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Hashim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.