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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Anakelly to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Q65,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.