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 the UAE 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
John Cale,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.