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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
Index,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.