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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
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 Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.