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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Lyres,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.