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 Jordan 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ken Boothe 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.