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 Benin and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scion to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.