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 Belarus and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Dice to the punk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.