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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kaleidoscope 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.