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 Serbia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Fat Boys 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
UT,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.