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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
ABC,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.