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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat 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?
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.