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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.