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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.