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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.