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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Magazine,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
PIL,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.