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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
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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.