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 Indonesia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.