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 Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.