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 Benin 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
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.