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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.