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 Burundi and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Y Pants to the grunge 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.