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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Icehouse,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.