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 Cameroon and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Half Japanese to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.