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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.