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 Brunei and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Minutemen to the grime 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff 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?
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.