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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.