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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 R.M.O. to the grunge 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.