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 Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Swans,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.