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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Divine Comedy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Index,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
The Martian,
New Order,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.