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 Seychelles and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.