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 Hungary and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.