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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
Yellowson,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.