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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb 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 Pagans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Pole,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.