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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Procol Harum to the grunge 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.