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 Spain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Monks,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.