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 Albania and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.