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 Ukraine and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Rakim,
Rekid,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.