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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX to the rap 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.