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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Raincoats to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.