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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 The Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.