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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Livin' Joy to the punk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.