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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Neil Young to the disco 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.