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 San Marino and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Model 500 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Index,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.