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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
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 theremin 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Faust,
The Move,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.