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 Dominican Republic 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wings to the jazz 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.