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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Q65 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.