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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 H. Thieme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.