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 Lithuania and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Wire,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.