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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.