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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Grauzone to the techno 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.