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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Grass Roots to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.