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 Laos and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grunge 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.