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 Palau and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Pole to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.