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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New York Dolls to the dance 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.