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 Kuwait 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Saccharine Trust to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.