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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Prince Buster to the jazz 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.