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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.