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 Denmark and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Television,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.