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 Kosovo and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.