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 Switzerland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.