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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Panda Bear to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.