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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.