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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ten City to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
DNA,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.