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 Dominica and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gun Club 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.