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 Spain and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 LL Cool J to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Connie Case,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.