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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.