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 Tajikistan 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Vainqueur to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Magma,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.