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 Togo and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Trojans to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.