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 Nauru and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
Can,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.