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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.