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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Swans to the grunge 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.