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 Denmark and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Q65,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.