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 Malta 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Yaz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.