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 Norway and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 This Heat to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
The Names,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.