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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
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 marimba 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.