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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Techniques,
June Days,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.