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 Guyana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Wire,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Symarip,
Hashim,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.