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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.