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 Sweden and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.