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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.