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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.