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 Liberia and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 The Detroit Cobras to the jazz 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.