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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magazine to the crunk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Rekid,
UT,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.