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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beau Brummels to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Neu!,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Fear,
The Monks,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.