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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.