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 Estonia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Monolake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
X-101,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.