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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Chris & Cosey 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.