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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.