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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Q65,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.