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 India and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Visage to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.