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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.