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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.