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 Ivory Coast 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Gabor Szabo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
X-102,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.