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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.