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 Zimbabwe 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.