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 Poland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 cv313 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.