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 Burundi and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ten City to the electroclash 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.