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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
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.