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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wally Richardson to the dance 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.