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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.