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 Uruguay and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Skatalites to the rap 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars 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?
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.