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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 The Selecter 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.