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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston 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 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 Funkadelic to the rap 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.