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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.