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 China and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Flipper,
Skriet,
Wire,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.