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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.