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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mighty Diamonds to the dance 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Model 500,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.