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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
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 organ 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.