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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.