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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Tears for Fears 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?
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
Symarip,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.