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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Golliwogs to the jazz 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.