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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Enemy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.