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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dual Sessions to the rock 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Crime,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.