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 China and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q65 to the punk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.