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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Saints to the jazz 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.