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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Blossom Toes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.