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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Modern Lovers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.