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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.