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 Yemen 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
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 spring reverb 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 Don Cherry to the grunge 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.