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 Barbados and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 DeepChord presents Echospace 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.