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 Halifax.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 10cc to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.