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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 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 Holger Czukay 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 David Axelrod to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.