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 Peru and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Can,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.