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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Black Flag to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.