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 Ukraine and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.