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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.