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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
The American Breed,
Brick,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Organ,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.