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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Second Layer to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Television,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Technova,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Niagra,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.