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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Section 25 to the grunge 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
UT,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.