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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Eurythmics to the rock 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis 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?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.