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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.