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 Italy and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.