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 Oman and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.