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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
UT,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.