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 Australia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Residents to the crunk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
UT,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.