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 Togo 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.