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 Malaysia and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.