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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.