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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 E-Dancer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.