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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Oneida,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.