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 Czech Republic 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.