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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Television,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.