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 the UAE and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Techniques to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.