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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.