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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Symarip to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Q65,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.