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 Spain and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 New Order to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.