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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Patti Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Niagra,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.