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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 One Last Wish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
JFA,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.