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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.