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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Gun Club to the funk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review 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?
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
New Order,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.