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 Panama and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.