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 Barbados and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kas Product to the techno 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Zapp,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.