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 Libya and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 DJ Sneak to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.