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 Argentina and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Rekid to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Visage,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.