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 Ireland 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Toni Rubio to the punk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.