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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Wire,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.