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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.