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 Afghanistan 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
The Move,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.