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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.