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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Mission of Burma to the techno 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
the Normal,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.