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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Cameo,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.