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 Armenia and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Pussy Galore to the disco 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.