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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
the Association,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.