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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Joyce Sims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.