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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Victims to the crunk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Ossler,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.