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 Germany and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.