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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Faust,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.