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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 T.S.O.L. 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.