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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 The Cowsills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Faust,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.