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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Cluster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.