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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Quadrant to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Technova,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.