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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.