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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Barracudas to the punk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.