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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Urselle to the dance 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.