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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Faust,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.