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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Swans,
Anakelly,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.