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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.