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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.