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 Lesotho and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Fall to the electroclash 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.