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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Smoke to the grime 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Franke,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.