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 Philippines and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Supertramp to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q65,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.