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 Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.