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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Main Source,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Index,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.