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 Lebanon and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Television Personalities 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.