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 Estonia and from Manila.
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 Cairo and Taipei.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.