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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Mars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Make Up,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Little Man,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.