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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.