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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.