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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Deakin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
UT,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.