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 Maldives and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.