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 Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.