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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.