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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.