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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.