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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Mandrill to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Index,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.