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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds 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?
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Visage,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Wire,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.