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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith 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?
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.