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 Kosovo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the jazz 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.