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 Estonia and from Calgary.
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 Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the funk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Scion,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.