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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.