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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 AZ to the crunk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.