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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Q65,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.