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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.