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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 The Martian to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
Organ,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.