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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
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 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.