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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Niagra to the crunk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.