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 Micronesia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s 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 Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.