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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Television,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.