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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Make Up to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
The Human League,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.