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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wasted Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Can,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.