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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Scan 7 to the grunge 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Lyres,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
CMW,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.