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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.