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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tres Demented to the grime 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.