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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.