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 France and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.