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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Doors 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.