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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.