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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Smiths to the jazz 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
the Association,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.