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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.