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 Nauru and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
Wings,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.