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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 John Lydon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.