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 Lebanon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Zapp to the funk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.