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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Country Teasers to the grime 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
Oneida,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
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.