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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Charles Mingus 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.