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 Pakistan 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Porter Ricks to the rock 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.