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 Greece and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.