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 Spain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.