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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Pylon to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Can,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.