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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.