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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Divine Comedy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
cv313,
The Standells,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.