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 China and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
The Standells,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.