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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Suicide,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.