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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Model 500 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.