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 Paraguay and from Portland.
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 Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Blues Magoos to the rock 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.