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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Trumans Water 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.