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 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Radiohead to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
MC5,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.