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 Slovenia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alphaville to the crunk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.