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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
Magazine,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
UT,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.