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 Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slackers to the rap 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Skaos,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
Organ,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.