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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swans 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.