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 Germany 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
Franke,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.