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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.