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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Smiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
cv313,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.