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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.