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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Schoolly D to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.