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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Young Rascals to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
Monks,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Unwound,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
Magma,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.