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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Liliput,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.