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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Clear Light to the jazz 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.