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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Searchers to the disco 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Darondo,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.