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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 JFA to the electroclash 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.