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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Fall to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.