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 Armenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
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 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 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 Al Stewart to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.