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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
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 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 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.