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 Belize and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Ten City,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
The Gories,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.