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 Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 The Gladiators to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.