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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Television to the electroclash 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.