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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minor Threat to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
Q65,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.