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 Israel and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 arpeggiator 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 Shoche to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
UT,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
The Human League,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Roxette,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.