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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.