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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Derrick May to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.