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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Faraquet to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.