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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Hood to the punk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.