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 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Kenny Larkin to the grime 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Kayak,
the Association,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.