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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Suicide to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.