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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.