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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
Slave,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.