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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.