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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Wire,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.