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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Joyce Sims to the jazz 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.