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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.