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 Morocco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 D'Angelo to the crunk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Index,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
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.