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 Uruguay 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gories to the rap 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.