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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 The Wake to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.