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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.