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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 the Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.