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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
The Monks,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.