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 China and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.