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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Grey Daturas to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
The Residents,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.