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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Archie Shepp to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pus. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.