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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.