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 Mexico 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the funk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Can,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.