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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Byron Stingily to the grime 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
AZ,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.