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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.