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 Taiwan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 The Detroit Cobras to the funk 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Ludus,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Rekid,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.