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 Kenya and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
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 rhodes 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 Nirvana to the disco 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.