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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.