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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Remains to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Mars,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.