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 Grenada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Move to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
UT,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.