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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Animal Collective to the dance 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.