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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sister Nancy to the techno 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Q65,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
CMW,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.