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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DNA to the rock 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.