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 Benin and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.