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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Mummies to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann 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?
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.