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 Belize and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
Niagra,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.