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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.