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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
The Remains,
Magazine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.