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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Scrapy to the funk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.