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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Wire,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
The Names,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.