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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Houston 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 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.