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 China and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
Cluster,
John Holt,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.