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 Botswana 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Visage,
10cc,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.