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 Korea North and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 the Fania All-Stars to the jazz 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
MDC,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Can,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.