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 Germany and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.