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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the jazz 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monks,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Q65,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.