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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source 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?
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Darondo,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.