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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.