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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Khruangbin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.