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 Mozambique and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.