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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Alphaville to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.