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 Malta and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 chamberlin 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 Circle Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Lakeside,
Television,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.