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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.