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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Misunderstood to the rap 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.