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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
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 Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.