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 Morocco and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.