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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
cv313,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.