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 Ecuador and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The American Breed to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Q65,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.