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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Nico,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.