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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
Slave,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.