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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 The Tremeloes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.