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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.