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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.