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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
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 sitar 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 Subhumans to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.