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 Montenegro and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
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 808 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.