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 Sweden and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.