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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.