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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scientists to the dance 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Television,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Main Source,
Swans,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.