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 Ecuador 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day 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?
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Sparks,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.