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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.