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 Nauru and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Bush Tetras to the rock 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Supertramp,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.