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 Kenya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.