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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.