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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Dave Clark Five to the rock 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.