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 France and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Soft Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
Index,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
OOIOO,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.