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 Brunei 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Alphaville to the techno 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.