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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.