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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fear to the grime 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.