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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
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 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 Sugar Minott to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.