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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Erasure to the crunk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
Rakim,
CMW,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Television,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.