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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lower 48 to the grunge 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.