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 Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 X-102 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.