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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
The Doors,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.