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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Circle Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Fear,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
Drexciya,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.