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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '50s 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 Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
X-101,
Erasure,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.