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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dirtbombs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.