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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.