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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
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 New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.