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 Italy and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.