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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Pylon,
Slave,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.