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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Adolescents to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.