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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.