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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 L. Decosne to the funk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.