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 Finland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ponytail to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.