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 Armenia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monks to the crunk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Franke,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Smog,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.