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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Smog,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.