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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.