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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.