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 Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Neil Young to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.