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 Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.