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 Chile and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.