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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Adolescents to the jazz 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.