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 Malta and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Gong,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.