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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.