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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Zapp,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.