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 Turkmenistan and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
the Association,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.