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 Suriname and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.