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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.