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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
John Foxx,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.