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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Visage,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.