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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
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 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 Don Cherry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Josef K,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.