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 Oman and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 F. McDonald to the jazz 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.