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 Senegal and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.