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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Harmonia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
ABC,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
Brick,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.