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 East Timor and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.