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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.