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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Henry Cow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
JFA,
Quantec,
Pole,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.