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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Agent Orange to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
The Cure,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.