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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.