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 Romania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bob Dylan to the funk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Television,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
PIL,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.