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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
MDC,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.