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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slave to the funk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.