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 Lithuania and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.